His true colours??

It was early the next day, Kamala was entangled in his bed with his white sheets covering.The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up his face. He groaned in frustration. Turning off the noisy alarm, he rubbed his face. He had a long day ahead. He didn't know whether he should be glad about whatever he had in mind, but for his happiness he had to.

Keeping that aside he put feet on the floor. The soft mat felt soothing under his feet. He stretched a little. He had to hit the gym, it had been a long time since he made use of it. Settling for his black sweatpants,black muscle shirt and grey training shoes he was good to go.

When he reached, he started with the dumbbells. His apartment was large; it was almost like a penthouse, so it had almost everything. From there he lifted the lightweights, ran on the treadmill, pushups, a skipping rope and lastly a punching bag, where he seemed to unleash all his frustrations. Punch after punch and the sw